by Selena Kitt
“Here.” He cleared his throat and handed her a shot glass. “Live a little.”
She accepted it, already flushed, and the alcohol burned its way down her throat, spreading like hot fingers through her chest. So he saw me naked, she thought. He’s seen me in a bathing suit before. What difference does it make? And hadn’t she left the bathroom door open just a little on purpose, hoping…?
“Drew, can I ask you something?” She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her glass out and letting him pour some more amber-colored liquid into it.
“I’m sure you can.” He knocked back another shot, making a face and pouring another.
She did the same, shivering, gasping, and then asking the question before she could lose her nerve. “Are you attracted to me?”
“Oh god, sweetheart…” Drew groaned, setting his glass and the bottle on the night table next to the bed. “Gay men would be attracted to you. How could I not be attracted to you?”
“Well then why…” She put her glass next to his, half-turning toward him on the bed, struggling for the words. “I mean, I think I’ve been… you know, pretty clear…”
He grinned. “Not at the moment, no.”
Gretel gave up and kissed him, doing it without thought or reason. It was a purely impulsive act, something driven and beyond motivation, and it moved through them that way, like electricity traveling a livewire, shocking them both.
“Is that clear enough?” she breathed as they parted.
He swallowed. “Quite.”
“Can we do that again?” She leaned in, this time with her whole body, pressing full against him, aching for more.
“It’s probably not a good idea.” He sighed, shaking his head and putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her at a safe distance. The look on her face prompted him to offer her more. “Because…because I work for your grandmother.”
Gretel frowned. “So that’s why?”
“That’s why.” He nodded.
“So your job is more important than me?”
He smacked himself in the forehead and fell back onto the bed with a groan. “Women!”
Gretel got up and went to the window, opening it so she could feel the night air. It was cooler than the heat of the day, but still warm, and the big boat rocked gently in the waves. She was far too full of longing, as if her body was too small to contain the feeling, her skin too thin to keep it all in, desire literally seeping through her pores.
She felt him approach, cautious, and she murmured, “The lights are pretty, but I wish we weren’t docked. I like it better when we’re in open water.”
“We’ll be sailing back out tomorrow.” He was close now, close enough she could feel the heat of him behind her. “Your grandmother said we were stopping so your brother could pick up some supplies.”
“What is he up to down there in that lab all the time?” she wondered aloud.
“I like the open water best too.” Andrew’s arms went around her waist. She held her breath and closed her eyes. “Full moon reflecting off the water, dolphins playing in the waves. You feel so small and insignificant in the scheme of things, and yet a part of it all.”
“Yes.” She turned in his arms, tucking her head under his chin, a perfect fit. “I really like you, Drew.”
He hesitated just a moment and then she felt his lips against her forehead. “I like you too.”
“Please…” Her mouth had a mind of its own, finding his and making a small attempt to give him just a minutia of the feelings coursing through her body. He held back at first, letting her wrap her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed hard against his chest, her mouth searching for more, more.
Then she felt him give in, as if his whole body had exhaled. He even groaned a little against the press of her lips, his tongue finding hers, his hands groping her flesh, the sudden explosion of emotion so overwhelming that Gretel cried out from the pleasure, the pain of it. It was as if a switch had been thrown from “off” to “on” and her whole body lit up in response to his heat.
“Oh no,” he whispered against her neck, kissing and biting at her flesh, driving her backwards towards the bed with the lean muscles in his thighs. “We should so not be doing this.”
“I want an adventure.”
She let him tumble her onto the mattress, accepting his weight and curling herself around him as they kissed and fumbled in the lamp light. She closed her eyes and let herself be transported by sensation—the wet trail of his tongue across her collarbone, the hard throb of his cock against her thigh, the desperate grip of his hand over her breast, the nipple standing up for attention, begging for more.
She was so lost that when he stopped, still breathing hard, it took her a full minute to open her eyes to the realization.
“Gretel …” His smile was sad, a little sorry, and she hated it. She tried to kiss it away but he shook his head, rolling to the side of her, both of them staring at the ceiling now. “Sweetheart, wait. Let’s just…stop…”
She took a deep breath, her limbs still tingling, cold now without him covering her. She wanted him back, she wanted the moment back, but part of her knew it was lost.
“Okay,” she agreed, blinking at the white expanse of ceiling. “What do you know about my grandmother?”
Drew snorted a laugh. “Well that’s a subject change if I ever heard one.”
“Does she ever talk about my mother?” Gretel rolled onto her side toward him. “She won’t tell me anything.”
He reached out to smooth her hair, shaking his head. “Your grandmother is a very private person.”
“You’ve been with her…how long?”
“Six years,” he confessed.
“Does she ever talk to you?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“What does she say?” she demanded, leaning in closer, searching for the truth in his eyes.
“Can we go back to kissing?” He grinned, only half-joking, she could tell.
“Do you want to?” She wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by.
“It seems safer.” He smiled, accepting her arms around him, the soft press of her lips and, oh his tongue, exploring the soft recesses of her mouth. She slid a thigh over his, pressing it between his legs, feeling his instant response like a brand. Her dress was hiked up high, her panties soaked, the aching throb of her mound straddling the hard muscle in his leg, and she rocked like a wave against him again and again, whimpering her longing into his mouth.
He groaned, breaking the kiss and gasping. “Okay, I was wrong, definitely not safer…”
“Please,” she pleaded, knowing she was begging and not caring in the least. “It’s okay, I’m not a virgin. And I’m on the pill.”
“Oh…well that’s good to know.” He blinked at her as he sat up on the bed, leaving her curled into a desperate, quivering ball beside him. “But that’s not what I’m worried about.”
Sighing, she sat up to face him. “What are you worried about?”
He leaned over to kiss her cheek but Gretel turned her face to him and he caught the corner of her mouth. She took full advantage of that, licking at his lips with her little tongue, lapping like a cat, her hand sliding behind his neck.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned and then got up, holding his hand out to her. “Come on, there’s a big dance floor. Let’s go use it.”
Gretel wasn’t giving up that easily. She stood too, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting the heat of her body sway against his. “We can do that here.”
His breath drew in sharply when he felt her thigh pressing between his. “We can also get into much bigger trouble here.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” she whispered into the shell of his ear, giving it a lick for good measure, using her fingernails to gently rake the hair at the back of his head.
Drew rested his forehead against hers with a sigh. “You’re a very naughty girl.”
“So spank me.” She grinned.
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nbsp; “Come on.” He turned, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. “Before I lose the last thread of my sanity.”
The dance floor was crowded. Their grandmother had decided the crew needed a little R&R—although Gretel suspected it was probably Double’s request that had led her to the conclusion. She noticed him drinking at the bar, a woman hanging off each bulky arm, even smiling on occasion. Where all the people had come from, she had no idea. She recognized most of the crew, of course, the people who had been cooking their meals, making their beds, doing their laundry, but there were far too many unfamiliar faces in the group.
“Can you dance?” she asked Drew over the pound of the music but he pulled her against him, his hips answering her question, and she found her own body responding to his in kind. They rocked and swayed, rubbed and teased, grinding their hips together. She couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity to continue seducing him. The music was too loud for words but their bodies spoke clearly enough for them both.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he managed to whisper into her ear as she rolled her hips, her behind grinding against his crotch. She could feel how crazy she was making him, the evidence rubbing up over her hip, and she wanted him to know he was making her just as insane.
Turning in his arms, she pressed her lips to his ear, whispering, “My panties are soaked.” She heard him groan and smiled at the way his hands gripped her hips, pulling her close, as if he could get inside of her right there. The bodies pressed around them, everyone lost in their own sensations, the music keeping time, and Gretel kissed him, deciding to show him just how excited she really was.
Slipping a hand under her sundress, she hooked her thumb in the side elastic of her panties, yanking them down. They stuck wetly between her legs, but the buck and roll of her hips eased them down her slender thighs to her knees and from there it was as easy as letting them fall to the floor. The hardest part was getting down to retrieve them but the entire process, from wiggling her way down Drew’s body, her cheek grazing the hard bulge in his trousers, to the triumphant slipping of her panties into his pocket, made them both breathless with lust.
“A present for you,” she murmured, kissing his cheek before turning and weaving her way through the crowd, heading for the bar. She ordered a fuzzy navel, glancing over her shoulder and smiling to see Drew coming off the dance floor, inspecting the moist bit of material in his pocket.
“That’s right, ladies, this key opens any door on this whole damned ship,” Double announced, putting one arm around the blonde on his left, his other around the blonde on his right, the key card in one of his big hands. “Who wants to go with me so I can prove it to you?”
The girls giggled and teased him and Double bought them another round of drinks, probably in hopes he could get them both to go back so he could prove it, Gretel thought. She saw Hans at the other end of the bar drinking a beer and waved. He waved back, giving her a brief smile. Then she saw their grandmother appear behind him, whispering something into his ear. She hardly ever saw the old woman without Double by her side, but she’d obviously given him the night off.
Her brother said something and nodded, turning on his stool and sliding off. She thought about going after him but then she felt Drew slip in beside her to order a beer. They drank together, both of them sweaty and hot, their clothes sticking to their wet flesh, eyes meeting over the rims of their glasses.
“How ’bout you, little one?” The rumble of Double’s deep voice in her ear was loud even with the music playing over them. “I hear redheads are firecrackers in bed.”
“Sorry.” She turned and shook her head. “I’m taken.”
He watched as Gretel took Drew’s hand—he still had her panties clenched in his fist—and started leading him through the crowd.
“Where are we going?” he inquired, but she just smiled, leading him off the dance floor and onto the deck. They both gulped huge lungfuls of night air as they stood at the railing, both of them overheated and trying to cool down. The moon was full and bright, the ocean a simmering silver, the diamond tipped waves rising up to kiss the sky.
“I think these are yours.” He slipped her panties into the side pocket of her sundress, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“Without me?” Gretel looked up at him in the moonlight, far too eager, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I’m afraid so.” He sighed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
She watched his retreating back, resisting every urge in her body to follow. Instead, she waited until he was around the corner before weaving her way back through the crowd, finding Double still sitting at the bar. He looked up in surprise as she pressed herself against him, wiggling her way in between the two blondes.
“I think I’m looking for some trouble,” she whispered, and he followed her like a puppy onto the dance floor. He was a wall of flesh, his meaty hands like hams on her hips, and any dancing being done was mostly by her. He just stood like a tree, swaying slightly as he watched her through half-lidded eyes. The two blondes didn’t like her moving in on their territory and they joined them on the floor, the three women wrapping themselves around the bodyguard like vines, writhing together.
For Gretel, it couldn’t have been a more perfect opportunity. She found his pocket without any trouble at all, slipping the key card out and pocketing it—sliding it next to her panties—before excusing herself to the little girl’s room. He called after her, but the crowd was thick and the two blondes wrapped around his tree trunk legs prevented him from really going after her.
Drew’s cabin was down the hall from hers, almost all the way to the back of the ship. Standing outside of his door, she contemplated the key card in her hand, wondering if it would even work. And did she want it to? She could just go back to the dance floor, put it back into Double’s pocket, and stay out of trouble altogether.
Instead, she slid the card into the lock, turning the knob and pushing the door open. The room was dark and she stood for a moment, listening, trying to get her bearings. She had hoped she’d waited long enough for him to be in bed, asleep, but she didn’t hear the sound of deep, even breathing, and now she wondered if he’d even come back to his room at all.
Then she saw the light under the bathroom door and heard the faint sound of water running. He was in the shower. She stood there, indecisive, for just a moment. Then she crept to the bathroom to listen. Hearing nothing but the shower, she turned the knob slowly, easing the door open just a little. He was standing in the shower, the curtain drawn, but it was the clear kind, giving her a hazy view of his flesh.
He probably would have seen her, or at least sensed her, but he had one hand braced against the wall above his head, and the other was busy between his legs, pumping his cock. Gretel watched him jerk off, the sound of his soft moans making her pussy throb in response, and couldn’t help herself. Lifting her sundress, she slipped her fingers through the wetness, parting the curly red hair between her legs, easing her swollen pussy lips open.
“Oh god,” Drew cried, pumping a little faster. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s so good. Suck it. Suck it!”
Gretel whimpered, unable to resist his directive, slipping into the bathroom, out of her dress and into the shower before she could even think. Drew gasped in surprise at the intrusion but he didn’t have long to process, because Gretel had him in her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat, her fingers already working between her own legs.
“Oh no,” he groaned, shaking his head, closing his eyes as she knelt in the warm needle spray and worked him between her lips, running her tongue along the head, tasting him.
“Yes,” she insisted, taking him in her hand, tugging as she stood, pressing him back against the tile. “Don’t send me away again, Drew. Please.”
She kissed him, her tongue drawing him out, his cock jumping in her hand like a livewire, and she felt him finally relent, his mouth opening to hers with a low growl, his hands finding her ass and pulling her in
close. Neither of them could resist anymore.
Gretel sighed in triumph as he groped her breasts, her nipples hard and aching, pink twin peaks that welcomed the lash of his tongue. She arched and moaned as he made his way down her body, kneeling before her in the shower, hands cupping her breasts, tonguing her navel first, a delicious tease, before burying his face between her thighs.
The sensation was heaven and she wanted more, sliding her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in further. Drew moaned against her flesh, pressing her back against the tiles, pausing only to assess their position and modify it slightly. There was a built-in ledge for soap and shampoo in the corner and he lifted her onto it—just enough room for her tailbone to rest on, but he took the rest of her weight, swinging her legs over his shoulders and delving back into her wetness.
The ache between her legs had gone from a dull throb to a steady, rising hum. She couldn’t help the circles her hips began to make, searching for more of his mouth and tongue and fingers, as eager to find her own climax as he was to bring her to it. She looked down to see his gaze on hers, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth covering her mound, tongue working furiously against the sensitive nub of her clit.
“Drew,” she moaned, her thighs quivering against his shoulders. “Oh yes! Make me come! Make me come in your mouth!”
And he did, focusing single-mindedly on her hot little clit, his tongue working back and forth at lightning speed, her whole body trembling with her orgasm, thighs clenching, pussy gripping his probing fingers as she let go completely, riding the crest of her pleasure like a wave.
Then he held her, folding her into his arms in the shower’s wet heat, kissing her gently, her cheek, her jaw, her mouth. She could taste herself and she licked at his lips, sucking at his tongue, making him groan at her response. He gasped when she reached down and found the thick length of his cock, hers for the taking, stroking it lightly in her fist.